Written by: Anderson Walkingshoes

Deep down from tranquility, 
Africa feels wretched in bed,
Pillow drifted from right position,
Leaders enjoy country weighted bread,
Demostration always plugged as petition,
Rather corruption gets expanding as we melled, 
Poverty breeding anytime,our strength is shelled,
How do we kill tribalsm?
Boneheaded political preachers accepts imperialism,
Where can I find the reset button?
Will cause colonialism to a dismantle,
Hopelessness rests all-over our regions,
Always reciting that whilst Whitemen fetches our riches,
Aspires for greener pastures in Western land,
But yet we're enslaved with an upper hand,
Till we see broad daylight, 
Africa will win the fight.